by Cerys du Lys
Oh, French was it? Two could play at that game.
"Embrasse-moi," I said sweetly. "Partout. Baise-moi et fais-moi jouir, maitre Storme. Je suis a toi."
Lucent's grin nearly split his face. I smiled back at him, delighted.
"I'll kiss you," he said, pressing his lips to mine. "Just here for now, Miss Tanner. The rest will have to come later, but I guarantee you it will."
"Cum later?" I asked, feigning demurity.
He chuckled. "Indeed."
Unfortunately our verbal foreplay was interrupted by Sam arriving with our breakfast. "Sorry to intrude on your French lessons, but I didn't want this to get cold," he said.
I blushed and muttered and slipped away slightly to the side to give Lucent some space. He countered me by pulling me close to him again; and easily at that, since he still had his hand around my waist. I continued blushing, more than embarrassed, but I nuzzled my cheek against Lucent's shoulder to try and hide it. That masked a part of my red face, even if it did nothing for the other half. Something was better than nothing, right?
"I'll be right back with the drinks," Sam said. "Let me know how it is. I added some confectioner's sugar, Elise. I hope you don't mind."
I stared at my pancake sandwich, forgetting my abrupt embarrassment. There it was, in all its glory, powdered sugar and all. It looked delicious.
"I think it's good," I said. "I'll definitely try it to make sure, though."
Sam smiled. "Great." To Lucent, he added. "Sorry, Lucent. No sugar for yours. It wouldn't have worked."
Lucent nodded. "Most assuredly not. That's fine. I'm sure that—"
"Do you want to split them?" I asked Lucent, not realizing what he was about to say. "You can have half of mine and I'll have half of yours?"
"—Yes," Lucent continued. "I'm sure that Miss Tanner will gladly want to share meals."
"Oh," I said. Well, yes, and that was that. "Cut yours in half and I'll cut mine and then we can trade."
Sam reached into his apron and handed us two sets of cutlery wrapped in paper napkins, then left to get our drinks.
Lucent meticulously unwrapped his knife and fork, then unfolded the napkin and set it in his lap. Steady and neat, he sliced his sandwich in half, surveying his good work.
I did something similar, except it wasn't nearly as meticulous or neat. My napkin lay haphazardly in my lap, and I tried to cut the sandwich nicely but I might have gotten a dull knife. That's what I preferred to tell myself, at least. My sandwich halves looked a little ragged and worn compared to Lucent's neat and perfect split, but a sandwich was a sandwich, right?
Sam brought our drinks, which amounted to a whole lot of glasses. He served the mimosas in fine champagne flutes, which was a nice touch. Honestly, I thought he kept them around just for me and Lucent. Or, at least I didn't think most delis were known for their champagne flutes. The water and juice came in regular glasses, but that was fine by me. Then he left us to our own devices.
Lucent transferred half of his sandwich to my plate, then half of my sandwich to his. I let him, because he was much neater at it than me. Also, there was room to make a lot of mess with these. His was slightly less messy, but mine was enormously messy, so...
The napkin in my lap didn't look dutiful enough to take a lot of abuse. It was for the best.
Pancake sandwiches at Sam's were also possibly the best. I'd never heard of one before coming here, but I thought they should be more of a thing that people did everywhere. He split a sub roll mostly in half, then dipped it lightly in pancake batter, and cooked it like that. The inside was just regular bread, but the outside was more like a pancake. Then he folded it back up carefully to look like a roll again, and filled it with an assortment of different things.
Lucent's had eggs and sausage with aged cheddar, or sometimes he got Cheshire cheese which was similar and also very good. Mine was with the mascarpone sort of sweet cream cheese dip or spread or whatever you wanted to call it; it was more like a sticky syrup than a hard spread, made specially by Sam himself. Plus mine had all sorts of delicious fruit. It was good. I hadn't eaten any yet, but it was good.
Lucent cut a piece of his off with his fork and knife, then brought it to his mouth. I had a fork and knife, but this was a sandwich, so I picked it up carefully with both hands and ate it like that. I took my half first, because I wanted to try it. Gooey fruit and sweet cream cheese spread dribbled onto my lips and my chin when I took a bite.
I chewed, smiling blissfully, then swallowed. Yum...
Lucent ducked towards me and kissed the mess off my lips, then licked down my chin, stealing away some of my food.
"That was mine," I said, pouting.
He grinned. "You're going to make a mess."
"So you think you can just kiss me and lick me whenever you want, is that it?" I asked.
"If I kissed and licked you as I wished, I think we both might make more of a mess more of the time," he said, winking.
"You think you're that good, do you?"
He cut off a piece of one of the sandwich halves in my plate, then brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth without thinking and let him feed me like that.
"I know it's kind of silly," I said, "but I like when you feed me."
"Do you?" he asked.
"Don't pretend you don't know," I said. "Also, you are that good, too."
"Hm?"
"At... at kissing and licking and mess making," I said, turning shy all of a sudden. I didn't know why, because I shouldn't really feel that way, but I did. Lucent made me shy, and bold, and confident, comfortable, and timid but in a good sort of way. Perhaps reluctant, yet curious and open. Interested? Yes.
"Am I good, too?" I asked.
"At what?" he asked. He sliced a piece of sandwich for himself, then another one for me.
"Um... you know? Kissing and licking and mess making?"
"You're wonderful at kissing, Miss Tanner. Exceptional at licking, as well. As far as mess making, I'm uncertain if your talents go that far. For food, perhaps you are adequately messy," he said, pretending to glare at me. "Sexually, let's just say you clean up well."
"Look, Lucent," I said, puffing up my chest. "If I'm giving you a blowjob or handjob or whatever, I don't want it to get on the rug. I think that can stain it, right? Who wants stains on their rug? I know I wouldn't."
"Yes, of course not. There are other alternatives, though, Miss Tanner. Faces, breasts, bare bodies, stomachs, backs. Legs?"
"Are you saying you want to cum on my face or my breasts?" I asked. "I don't know how I feel about my stomach, though."
"I didn't say that. I merely meant to say that if you're aiming to be a top notch mess maker, you have options. Swallowing isn't always the only choice." He paused for a second. "Why not on your stomach?"
"I'm going to explain this to you. Maybe it will sound odd, but listen to everything first," I said; he nodded. "If we're in a position where it's easy and possible for you to cum on my stomach, I assume that I'm laying down and you're above me. That's the easiest position I can think of for that. And, if that's the case, then I would rather you have your cock inside me and you cum there. I like that a lot. It feels nice and sexy."
Lucent raised one brow. "Did you just say cock, Miss Tanner?"
"Yes, Lucent." I said it again, slower. "Cock."
"You want me to fuck you and cum inside of you then?" he asked, still one brow raised.
"I wouldn't entirely be opposed."
He laughed. "You wouldn't entirely be opposed? That sounds like something I would say."
"It might be. I wanted to say it, though. Now it's something I would say, because I said it."
He smiled and fed himself more of his sandwich, then fed me more of mine.
"Should we try that sometime?" I asked, thinking of something else.
"Considering you're on birth control, we do that most of the time we have sex."
"No, um..." I opened my mouth for more food, chewing and then swallowing before I
continued. "I meant..." I glanced towards the deli counter, the door, and then the kitchens, seeing if anyone could hear me. I didn't know why I wanted to do that now, instead of maybe doing it before we started having this conversation at all, but it seemed appropriate. Whispering, I said, "If I give you a blowjob, next time do you want to cum on my breasts? That might be sexy. I don't know why, I just think it might be. And... I don't know. Is that sexy? Do you think it would be nice?"
"Excuse me for this," Lucent said. "If you did that, Miss Tanner, I think I might become hard again instantly and throw you down and fuck you right there. No hesitation or waiting."
"It's kind of hot, huh? It does sound sexy and fun. I don't know. I've never done that. I don't think I've even thought of doing that before now. I might want to try it, though. Not with a shirt on. I'd have to be naked. Or at least with my shirt and bra off. Hm..."
"I'll leave the planning up to you. Feel free to surprise me whenever you'd like."
"I think I shall," I said, lifting my nose up, determined. It made me laugh. Oh, yes, I was sexually determined to surprise Lucent by spreading his cum all over my breasts, teasing it across my nipples and my curves, then watching him spring into a lusty fervor and fuck me hard.
I thought maybe anyone would become sexually determined in that case. I thought maybe I was very lucky to have someone like Lucent to gladly support my determination.
"Not my face, though," I added. "We can't do that."
"That's fine," he said. "May I ask why?"
"I don't want to get cum in my eye. That would be really disgusting."
He stared at me. He stared at me for a few seconds, then looked away and sliced off a piece of sandwich for himself. Then he stared at me again. I didn't know why he was staring at me. It really was! Who wanted semen in their eye? Even if I closed my eye it could get in my eyelashes or on my eyelids and... ick. I didn't even want to think about it. No. Breasts were safe and fine and good. Faces weren't. Not at all.
"You're extremely peculiar," he said.
"Feed me more," I countered. "That piece right there, please?"
I pointed and he cut the piece off and lifted it to my mouth with his fork. I'd completely forgotten my mimosa, so I picked up the champagne flute and took a sip and—oh God—it was amazing. I took another sip, then another one, too. Lots of sips. Lucent tried his, also, nodding agreeably.
We ate and drank and everything was very nice. It didn't seem like we were on the run from the police or being sought after by some random assailants or anything like that. I had the hard drive, but it was off to the side, nearly forgotten and unimportant.
I knew it would be important later. I knew lots of things would be, and none of this would last. Right now, sitting next to Lucent and eating breakfast at a quiet, cozy restaurant, everything felt regular again, though.
That lasted a few minutes more, until someone knocked on the front door of the deli.
Sam didn't officially open for breakfast in the mornings. He allowed people in if he knew them, but other than that, all signs indicated the restaurant was closed. He kept most of the lights off except for the ones behind the front counter and in the kitchen. The booth Lucent and I sat in was far in the back and off to the side, so darker than most, too.
No one who knew Sam would bother to knock, because the door was unlocked. There were rustic window blinds covering most of the glass door, too, so people from the outside couldn't exactly see in. If they put their face close to the glass door, they could probably see something. It was easier for people inside to see everything outside than it was the other way around, though.
This happened sometimes for one reason or another. People knocked, thinking that the large sign stating Sam's was closed didn't actually mean it was closed. And, it wasn't really closed, I guessed, but it sort of was? I peeked over my shoulder to see who it was and what was going on, and...
"Sam?" a voice called out. "I know you're in there. I'm on official police duty. I just need to ask you a few questions. It'll be quick. If you could let me in, that'd be great."
A police officer. Standing right outside the door. Wanting to come in. Obviously. I froze. Sam stood behind the counter, brow knit, glancing from me and Lucent to the officer and the front door.
Lucent slid out of the booth, taking me along with him. We stood immediately. He grabbed our plates and strode to the counter, offering them to Sam.
"Hide these, please," Lucent said. "I can explain after, Sam, but please do not mention the fact that Elise and I are here. It's of the utmost importance. I apologize for putting you into this predicament."
The officer knocked on the door harder. This time it shook slightly, moving inwards. The man outside seemed to guess it was open. "I'm coming in," he said.
Lucent rushed towards me, grabbing my hand and leading me towards the back supply room. It wasn't a room of particular note, nor barely much of a room at all. Extra boxes of napkins, paper plates, cleaning supplies, mops and brooms, and all that sort of thing lay scattered around the room, either directly on the floor or on metal wire racks along the walls. A curtain blocked off the doorway, but there was no door to speak of.
Lucent and I moved in as far as we could, pressing against one of the wire racks, hiding.
The policeman entered. I didn't know what Sam was doing, and I couldn't see either of them, but from the sounds of it, Sam must have moved around the counter to get closer to the front door.
"Morning, Sam," the officer said.
"Hey, Jacob. Sorry, I was in the back. Didn't hear you at first. Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, just some questions for you. Nothing too big. More of a routine than anything. Sorry about the hassle. Still serving breakfast here?"
"Sometimes," Sam said. "It's quieter now."
He knew about breakfast? That seemed odd to me.
"How's the club?" the officer asked.
He knew about Carousel, too? Sam's BDSM and alternative lifestyle club? Um...
"Good. Everything's going fine. No complaints. It keeps me busy."
"Glad to hear it, though I'll never understand that. Not your side. I get that it's a legitimate business, but the people who go to that kind of place. I'm sure you know about Cole Dyerhaven?"
The name made me shiver. I hated Cole. I hated him so much. I didn't ever want to think about him again. I didn't. I just didn't.
Before I knew it, Lucent had me in his arms. He squeezed me in a tight embrace, then kissed me. I loved it, and I loved him, and I knew he was just doing it to remove all thoughts of Cole from my mind, but he wanted to do that because he loved me, too. I returned his kiss gladly, but it was difficult to stop thinking of Cole once I'd started.
Lucent took my hand in his, squeezing it tight. We stopped kissing, but we stood close, holding hands and listening while Sam and the police officer talked.
"So, what's going on?" Sam asked. "Is everything alright? Not that I mind a visit, but you're here on duty? Something happen?"
"Ah, yeah. You know Lucent Storme?"
Sam must have nodded, I thought. "Sure, I know Lucent."
"He's got a girlfriend? Elise Tanner?"
"Might have seen her a time or two," Sam said.
"He goes to your club sometimes, right? He's into that sort of thing?" Jacob asked.
"Yeah, sometimes."
"Have you seen him around? I know it's probably a long shot, but we're looking for him. Her, too. Elise."
"Something bad?" Sam asked.
"I'm not supposed to say," the officer said. "Between you and me, it could be really bad, though. Innocent until proven guilty and all of that, so it's not like this is official, but we're looking to bring them in for questioning. Been looking for them. You hear about the fire last night at the Landseer mansion? All evidence points to arson, with them as the prime suspects. Maybe Lucent more than Elise, but they're both gone so it doesn't look good for either."
And right then, Lucent's cell phone started to ring. It rang onc
e, a formal, ordinary tone, and then it stopped. Whomever had called him must have hung up.
"What's that?" Jacob asked. "Is someone else here?"
Well... that wasn't good.
I looked towards Lucent just as he looked towards me. Our eyes clashed, some nonverbal, unknowing battle. What exactly were we supposed to do now? We were hiding in a storage closet without much of a door, with nowhere to go. We couldn't hide under or in anything here, and we couldn't leave without being noticed.
Sam might be able to play it off, I thought. I assumed that was what Lucent would have said if either of us was going to say anything, too. We didn't have the luxury of casual conversation right now, though. We didn't really have any luxuries at all.
I didn't know why I did what I did next, except to say that it seemed like a good idea at the time. It was certainly a better idea than "nothing," at least; though only slightly.
Behind Lucent's shoulder, draped across an empty spot on one of the wire racks lining the wall, was an apron. One of those long aprons, not the popular half-aprons that many waitresses and other waitstaff wore. Not exactly stylish, nor overly fashionable, but probably just something one of the lunch cooks wore for their day shift.
They must have left it here. Maybe they always left it here. I didn't know, and right now I didn't have the opportunity to care.
I reached over Lucent's shoulder and grabbed the apron, then gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. I threw the apron on, looping the top part around my neck, then turned. Quick, I gestured for him to tie me up. He did that while I fixed my hair. I didn't really know why I did the hair part, except I assumed a waitress with her hair down would look more than a little out of place. I had no hair ties or clips or any type, sadly.
This wasn't going to work. This wasn't going to work. How was I supposed to put my hair up? Um...
Pencil. I saw a pencil.
A pencil would work. A pencil was great, actually. When I used to work at the library, Margaret and I played around sometimes, doing our hair up in the most "librarian" way we could think of. Mostly, this involved a bun in the back, held in place with a pencil. I liked it, actually. I always thought it looked cute, but for whatever reason I never put my hair up like that. I preferred it down most of the time, and I didn't know if I looked nice with a bun in the back.